Category Archives: Poetry

How many countries must I leave How many religions must I abandon How many masks must I remove How many people must come and go How many times must the heart break Before my I is naked enough The sun always rises and sets The waves forever crashing on the seashore The galaxies speeding throughContinue reading “I”

He had been running from the beast his entire life, yet was still caught by surprise when it dawned on him that it had already caught up to him. The bitter and endless coldness that spread through the marrow of his bones the sign that the beast had finally sunk it’s teeth deep into hisContinue reading “The Beast”

I remember the mountains of Africa where I use to seek my God in prayer, my face to the ground and my knees on the sharp rocks. I swore I heard his voice in Jerusalem as I walked the streets of the old city, my heart open and my faith as big as the loveContinue reading “Prayer”

Stumble, stumble ever forward Tumbling, tumbling ever down Darkness as thick as molasses Clinging with unseen hands onto me Swirling, swirling the fog dances Taunting, taunting without words White shadows haunting like ghost Jumps at me with snarling teeth Lost, lost wandering confused Stumbling, stumbling through life Memories like old movie reels Looping against theContinue reading “Fog”

A cage without bars is still a cage A prison without a door still a prison. A lock with a key stays locked, when open eyes see but don’t perceive. A trap on a clear road remains a trap. A loosened rope remains bound tight. A maze perplexing even with a map with an openContinue reading “Reality”

There is a song, a melody my heart plays. If you can hear it, if you can comprehend it, then you will know me. There is a story, a fable my mind creates. If you can read it, if it speaks to your then you will recognise me. There is a poem, a rhyme thatContinue reading “See Me”

Down the centre of the borderlands, in the no mans land between what we believe we want and what we truly desire, runs a river. It’s a river of revelation of purification and discernment, in which everything without a true anchor will be swept away into oblivion. Its waters softly whispers deception, bringing confusing, testingContinue reading “The River”

What is hope if it is not the creative force of the universe contained within a seed. What is the power of creation if not a single thought contained in the artist mind. What is love if not the simple acts of kindness extended in complete unawareness? What is joy but the act of recognisingContinue reading “Simplicity”

In the pale moonlight of my melancholy I walk these shores. Where the waves of your beautiful mind crashes over my soul. Turning dark sand into sparkling diamonds dancing in the night. Your words a twirling mist, creating shapes and streaks of joy. I could easily wrap myself up and disappear in this cloak ofContinue reading “Ocean”

In the words of my ‘hello’, you can hear the whispers of my ‘goodbye’. In the tenderness of my embrace hides the sadness of my absence. In the kind look in my eyes, you see the reflections of another place. In the act of my unpacking hides the clues of my parting. My settling downContinue reading “Change”